In my zeal to tap Maple Sugar Trees
I did not look up high to see
this one was dead.
March 6, 2014 by Russ L
In my zeal to tap Maple Sugar Trees
I did not look up high to see
this one was dead.
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Ah, the story of my life!
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“Tru dat”. 🙂
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LOL
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Looking up is always the key, I say, and I keep looking at the ground as I walk and go about the universe.
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chuckle!
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